CHAPTER 38: KILL A DEMON TODAY AND FACE THE DEVIL TOMORROW
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❝ eva was a wild beauty, practicing a wild magic. ❞
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ALL OF US LIVE WITH A DEMON INSIDE. Some days you control the demon. Other days the demon controls you. And it is always hungry. It feeds on lust, on longing. And while you may slumber, the demon never sleeps. It tempts you into crossing every line you have ever drawn all while it hunts you—haunts you—renders you incapable of telling friend from foe. But once it has turned your loved ones into enemies, the demon will have consumed you whole.
Rebekah awoke with a start, earning a worried look from Marcel. Her eyes flickered around the lavish room they resided in, from the silk sheets she rested upon to the mahogany chair he had been perched upon. Her once rapidly beating heart slowed when she realized that she was in no immediate danger. He was.
"You okay?" Marcel frowned in concern.
Rebekah didn't answer simply because this wasn't Rebekah. It was Eva. And Eva was very angry. So with a simple flick of the wrist, she was able to render him unconscious. She threw the sheets off of her fully clothed form before swinging her feet over the side of the bed. She rose to her feet before prancing over to the door, stepping over his fallen form in the process.
Eva peered out into the hallway only to find it empty. She stepped out into the open with a mischievous smirk before making her way towards the nearest exit. She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when her eyes landed on a portrait of Rebekah Mikaelson in the foyer. Her lips immediately curled up into an irritated snarl. She wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for the one thousand year old vampire who was currently sleeping within her.
Eva was brought back to reality at the sound of a child crying. She whipped around at the sudden surge of power. She needed that child. So without an ounce of hesitation she took off in the direction of the distant wailing. She climbed the stairs in the west wing before spotting a guarded door at the end of the hallway. With a simple flick of her wrist, the werewolf guard was laying at her feet unconscious. She grinned, pushing the door to the nursery open before slowly walking over to the child who had finally stopped crying.
Eva stared down at Hope with some sort of hunger before reaching out. Enola chose that time to enter the nursery through the bedroom door. Her eyes flickered towards the unconscious werewolf at the entrance on the other side of the room before looking back up to Rebekah who she knew had a bad habit of getting possessed by an evil witch. Her eyes immediately began to glow amber as black veins sprouted under her eyes.
